Beyond the ocean A lighthouse is waiting for me The Great Chain in motion Beneath the waves of the sea Into the city All good things flow The sweat on your brow Is what you reap and sow Forge your own fortune From salt and from sand No gods or kings Only man
Folks told me, son, you won the gene pool So I guess I had a head start on these fools Doesn't take a Winter Blast for Jack to keep cool But isolation in the deep blue can be cruel I descend the depths fathom by fathom As if the ocean opened up and I've been cast in a chasm Upon a sweeping seascape, genetic accidents happened But don't blame EVE, the cause of the fall had to be ADAM If you believe the sweat of your brow oughtta be yours Listen to Andrew Ryan, the philosophical entrepreneur He might've put me on blast, but I'll get past his thugs I asked who Fontaine was, and Atlas Shrugged Welcome to Rapture, where you can manufacture Evolution: natural selection's happening faster Were you shocked when I said I was nothing less than electric This city's dead but I bet that I can resurrect it An engine never rests in Hephaestus Like a Lazarus Vector, giving breath to the breathless (Gasp) I'm getting quite dependent on medkits I just met a demented doctor obsessed with perfection You promised me pretty, Steinman, why did I get this? I treated your ugliness like an infection! That's why I took a wrench when I went to the dentist And my smile was dazzlin' after bashin' his head in Collectin' weapons, makin' effective inventions I'll make you vanish like Houdini When I pump lead in you Leadheads I call it artwork, want it censored? Forget it I got a killer's disposition, I guess it's genetic Death is a choice that I rejected!
Rise, Rapture, rise We turn our hopes up to the skies Rise, Rapture, rise We'll go down with our sinking paradise
Roll up my sleeves, so blood will not get on'em These shackles remind me I started from the bottom Hello little fish, have you had your cherry popped? I'm a grown man, damnit, I ain't scared of shots Shots shots shots shots now my veins are on fire Rearrangin' DNA? Sounds like playing with fire Sciences are practiced with a lack of moral guidance Splicers seek to satisfy their sick sadistic vices Victims become villains, angry vandals turn to violence Sickly children sticking by their less than gentle giants Minds manipulated by the parasite inside'em But if you're a parasite in Ryan's eyes, you're put to silence The great and strong will not yield to the weak and feeble Better change your DNA if you'd like to fight as equals Harvest ADAM, feed on EVE, it doesn't make me evil Because my survival rides on getting Power to the People Dozens of desperate denizens deal with deprivation But let's be fair, laissez-faire, forget the regulations This economy's perfectly working without you Now let me fill my craving at the Circus of Values Drawn to this city, like a moth to a flame Fallin' from grace, swallowed by a watery grave Now I'll frolic on this stage, I'm a part in a play Like I was nothing but a puppet, just a pawn in the game Lookin' for something to set me apart from a slave
Rise, Rapture, rise We turn our hopes up to the skies Rise, Rapture, rise We'll go down with our sinking paradise
Rapture is bleeding through cracks that are leaking Dwindling memories tell secrets they're keeping Demons disguised by benign masquerades Angels climb out of their graves
Mind over matter is the practice I'm preachin' How else could I achieve feats of telekinesis And I'm an expert at hacking past your defense Then I'll attack you like a swarm from a hornet nest (Buzz off!) The Gatherer's Garden ain't runnin' short of guests I've been cleaning'em out, I can afford the best Hey! Do you wish your waist was slimmer? (Yes!) Or your chin was chiseled more? (Huh?) Careful, vanity could send us into civil war In a utopia, who's gonna wanna scrub the toilets? The people in Apollo Square got no other choices I know how this is gonna end, but I don't wanna spoil it You try to seize my city? Time that I destroy it! Just relax, Big Daddy, I command ya Strike a pose, smile for the camera I think objectively, just like Ayn Rand does Attention: will the real Fontaine stand up? A man chooses, unlike a slave Who never strays from the path that his master paves Follows every order and does everything they say Now Would You Kindly... OBEY? OBEY, OBEY, OBEY, OBEY, OBEY, OBEY, OBEY, OBEY!
Rise, Rapture, rise We turn our hopes up to the skies Rise, Rapture, rise We'll go down with our sinking paradise
My city is thriving Your allies- choose them wisely Our Rapture is rising Stand with us, Would You Kindly?
Rise, Rapture, rise We turn our hopes up to the skies Rise, Rapture, rise We'll go down with our sinking paradise
Welcome to the Circus of Values You'll find no better vending service around you We've got everything that you'll ever need Don't be shy, come on by, you've got a craving to feedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
